Órla Fallon - Red is the rose

Come over the hills my ^Gbonny Irish lad Come ^Dover the hills to your ^Gdarl^Ding ^GYou choose the ^Droad, love, and ^EmI'll ^Dmake the ^Gvow And ^DI'll be your true love for^Aeve^Dr__

Red is the rose that in ^Gyonder garden grows ^DFair is the ^Bmlily of the ^Gval^Dley ^GClear is the ^Dwater that ^Gflows ^Dfrom the ^EmBoyne But ^Dmy love is ^Gfair^Der than ^Aany^D___

'Twas ^Gdown by Killarney's green ^Cwoods that we strayed The ^Gmoon and the stars they were ^Cshin^Ging The ^Cmoon shone its ^Grays on her ^Clocks of ^Ggolden ^Amhair And she ^Gswore she'd be ^Cmy ^Glove for^Deve^Gr__ ^C

It's ^Gnot for the ^Emparting that ^Ammy sis^G/Bter ^Cpains It's ^Gnot for the ^Emgrief of my ^Cmo^Dther It's ^Emall for the ^Gloss of my ^Cbonny ^GIrish ^Amlass That ^Gmy heart is ^Cbreak^Ging for^Dev^Ger__ ^C

Red is the ^Grose that in ^Emyonder garden ^Ggrows ^DFair is the ^Bmlily of the ^Gval^Amley ^GClear is the ^Dwater that ^Gflows ^Dfrom the ^EmBoyne But ^Dmy love is ^Gfair^Der than ^Aany^D___

^GClear is the ^Dwater that ^Gflows ^Dfrom the ^EmBoyne But ^Dmy love is ^Gfair^Der than ^Aany^D___